[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Fuck what you say lil n***a, I just smoked your Rolex
Right here in this booth homes, might have you a roach left
Your girl gonna promote Jets, anywhere she go yup
That's why you be so stressed, that's why you be so pressed
Not sure where we go next, but I collect that show check
Make car money every night, just to say what I write
So high under flashing lights, n***as will kill you for this life
N***as will kill you for this ice, but diamonds look good on me right
They gonna hate you anyways, that's what I heard Gucci say
So early tomorrow morning, my new foreign on them Forgi's
I'm stacking we back to touring, brung some cars with us we towing
Two buses, two trucks with trailers, eight Impalas on it, yeah

[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
N***as hate but I still love 'em, fuck, must ain't doin' enough for 'em
Same n***as who watched my growth, I would've rode for 'em, took one for 'em
These feelings they friends get
When they feeling like you getting rich
Changing on me like N-O weather, you don't get no pass, you supposed to know better
Grind for it it'll come to you, shit I shouldn't be the one to tell you
I'm living proof when I'm sliding through, I'm something else ho they ain't tell you
Them diamonds on me like they falling off, we on top ain't falling off
And life's a bitch it fucked plenty n***as, you gonna need more than a condom homie

[Hook]